Valentine’s Day is February 14th, as it is every other year that it’s celebrated. It always falls on the same day and it’s a symbolic representation for “love” and togetherness and to appreciate the one you’re sharing your life with. The day is filled with reds, pinks, “pretty colors” and love happiness and joy.

Well I can’t stand Valentine’s Day, and I’m tempted to snap the neck of anybody who wishes it to me. For two main reasons, one that can change and one that cannot. The obvious reason is that I don’t have anybody to share this sense of togetherness, or appreciation for her company and faithfulness. That can take a backseat, I’m content with that in some weird way in my heart, because I am weak and cannot change it. But what takes precedence here is that every Valentine’s Day for the last few years has been horrible for me.

Let me recap the last few years, in 2004 I was taken to MACC (Mercy Ambulatory Care Center) for slicing my finger tip with a jagged knife trying to open a package the wrong way (towards me), was out within an hour or two but they numbed me wrong so I could feel all 6 stitches they did in pain, and in the year 2005 my Grandmother passed away at 1:57PM while I was forced to sit in a classroom and listen to an overweight polish earth science teacher talk about rocks when all I could think of is my grandmother, and last year 2006 the lonely factor had time to hit me.

I’m not looking forward to this Valentine’s Day, in fact I think I’m purposely skipping school, because if it’s anything like it always is, it’s a shitload of people wishing you “Happy Valentine’s Day” and all this red, pink, bright cheery colors around the school and it’s festive and joyous and I can’t stand it, I’ve gone as far as to actually (with a knife) cutout February 14th from every calendar I have in my room.

What’s good is my friends understand I hate the “holiday” and try their best to keep it out of my face, but sometimes they just need a reminder.

I know there’s more to contribute to this entry, but I just don’t feel like going into full detail, my love life (which is partly what this holiday is dedicated towards) blow the big major fat one, and so just waiting for the 14th is like pulling each one of my teeth, slowly as to make sure all the blood drains before you sever the nerves attached to the tooth to make sure I go through the full amount of anguish that I must.

Love bites and Valentine’s Day can fuck off, and St. Valentine or whatever can just get fucking shot so my pain can just go away and be extinguished.

If you celebrate this holiday with a very festive outlook, don’t talk to me that day, you’ll only piss me off.